Life || When In New York…

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Throw caution (and traditions) to the wind. Elope and get married.

No joke. I have the photos to prove it.

The photo of ducks has nothing to do with the day. I just liked it and wanted to pretend I was building suspense. 

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I should probably explain myself.

After Kris proposed we had every intention of waiting to get married. We were going to wait until Kris had finished his PhD and then we’d planned to go back to the UK for a few months or so and sort something out there. You know, decide on a place, invite people, have a do and all the rest of that wedding malarkey that people talk about.

But then we decided that Kris’ mum was right: New York would be a great place to get married. So we did.

I picked a dress from the 10 I own in my wardrobe, I dyed my hair (and then didn’t wash it for the first week of the holiday to keep it bright for the wedding), I even wore a necklace–which turned my neck green when it got wet from rain or sweat. We popped down to the City Clerks Office one morning and told them we’d like to get married. They said OK and we came back a week later with our witness slash photographer. Who, I should add, made the whole thing a lot of fun and we now have some really nice photos to look back on (Samm Blake, if you’re wondering). We’d already agreed, the only thing we’d like to spend money on and have done right, were the photographs. The rest of it, we bought from home or we just didn’t bother with it.

We didn’t tell any one, except our immediate families, and invited them to join us via Skype for the approximately 60 second ceremony. Really. I blinked and next thing I knew I was married. We didn’t bother with anything fancy, no hair, no make up, no special clothes, all we wanted was to spend the day together, chuckle a little (OK, there was a lot of chuckling) and eat Thai food for dinner. And that’s what we did.

Not too bad for a Tuesday afternoon in rainy New York City.


Life || Photo A Day #8

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I was so not on the ball this week with the photos. Although things did pick up at the end and I actually had the choice of two photos for two of the days. I’m calling that a win.

I’m not sure where this week has gone and I feel like I’ve spent most of it in some state of catchup, but yet not really knowing what I’m trying to catch up at the same time. It’s frustrating. I didn’t get as much done as I would have liked on the weekend, and I think since then everything has been a bit off. Never mind though, things have still been pretty productive, between work, editing more photos from our New York trip and finishing a book and an audiobook this week, things are looking good. I even booked a long weekend home to the UK, a birthday trip to Disneyland Paris and sorted out a second trip back home that’s still to be booked. And then I’ll be extra broke, and not just an acceptable level of broke.

Next week will be better. Next week is always better. Not for photos though, because let’s face it, these babies will remain mediocre from now until the end of the year, and that’s how I’m liking it.

February 19th

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It’s a food photo. It’s not an I took this because I forgot photo, I took it because I love sweet potatoes.

I do love sweet potatoes and these were especially tasty.

February 20th

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As we were in town, at the wrong library, I used it as an opportunity to take a photo of our fly on a needle sculpture. Or the Totem as it’s officially named.

Wikipedia tells me that it was a gift from the artist Jan Fabre to celebrate the 575th anniversary of the university. It’s a 23m high needle with a Thai Jewel Beetle stuck on top.

I think it’s quite funky, albeit a little weird.

February 21st

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Another food shot. I feel like my photo a day game is off this week already.

I cooked up my Moroccan style potatoes and chickpeas and was going to turn it into a recipe but changed my mind at the last so I took a little photo just before tucking into it instead.

I realised as I was putting it together, I was just throwing everything in and hoping for the best, not the best recipe for a, uh, recipe.

If you’re curious, it’s a mix of potatoes (chopped into chunks and cooked), chopped tomatoes and chickpeas, with a spice mixture of cumin, paprika, cinnamon, turmeric, garlic powder and pepper. All served with rice.

February 22nd

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Pete’s back (or rather, Pigeon Formally Known As Pete, as Michelle would like him to be called, is back).

I’m trying to encourage him to do something other than just sit around, but he’s having none of it. I suggested juggling some acorns, or maybe knitting a scarf made from blades of grass, but he still just sits there.

It’s a work in progress.

February 23rd

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I love getting the chance to dilly dally my way to work. This only happens when Kris heads in before me and then I can take my time wandering to the bus stop, and having breakfast, taking ages in the shower, generally leaving late. Dilly dallying at its finest. To celebrate my dilly dallying, here’s a photo of the train line just down from my house.

February 24th

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It’s not really possible to have a week go by without at least one photo of the sky.

February 25th

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I got myself another dilly dallying day today, so I started it off with some reading in bed before getting up and heading to work. It was a good start to my Thursday, that’s for sure. I need to make more time for reading in the mornings. Maybe I’ll do that next week!

So, another week done. Another week ending with the same “another week ends” sentence. Must get more creative. How was your week? Any nice plans for the weekend? 


Life || Photo An Hour February

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I did a pretty poor job at this month’s Photo An Hour challenge with only six photos, but at least it’s an even number. And I did (almost) manage to take them every hour, so there’s that too. It’s all about that even number of photos though, that’s all I truly care about.

I didn’t learn much from this weekend: Lost is still a boring TV show, my hamster is rather fond of potatoes, the usual. But one thing I did learn–well, it was more confirmed than anything–was that on Photo An Hour day I will avoid taking photos indoors as much as possible and that once I have retired to my house for the day, that’s the official end of Photo An Hour. There’s always plenty of things to photograph outside, but once indoors, I feel like I’m limited to either what I’m eating, what expression my face is pulling or what’s going round in my washing machine. All good contenders for the photo of the hour, but can I take a good photo of them. No.

Do I have a little sulk and give up? Absolutely.

Do I complain that my washing machine is not photogenic? Yes I do.

Did I turn 26 a few months ago? Shut up.

At least I have six photos to share.

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It’s raining. It’s hard to believe but the few days before this were gorgeous sunshine and I was quite looking forward to a bright and sunny Saturday too. That didn’t happen. Thanks Belgium.


I had already ran out of indoor photo ideas by this point, so I opted for the classic What I Had For My Brekkie shot, artfully displayed on the window as it’s the only place that gets any light. Technically, I was in the shower at 11AM, so this photo was a little delayed, which then began the downward spiral of losing an hour somewhere and not really knowing how.

Breakfast was banana and cocoa powder smoothie, with a punnet of strawberries. Crunchy under ripe strawberries.

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Continuing with the delayed photos, I rushed us out the house so by the time this photo rolled around I would have something to take a photo of.

The local prison.

It’s a pretty cool prison though, so it’s OK. It’s one of those low security, white-collar offence, kind of prisons so there’s no risk of axe murderers escaping in the night either.

I just like that it’s castle shaped, so it was absolutely worth walking one bus stop down to get a photo. And then missing the bus and walking another bus stop down to waste time before the next one. The joys of going to work on Saturday.


Work done. Just a quick half an hour job. We missed another bus–it’s Saturday, busses are few and far between–so it was more walking, this time into town.

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After stopping off to buy more mango from The Mango Lady, I wanted to check out what kind of selection of English books our local library had and pick up a library card. Turns out, the library that we thought was the library, is not the library. It was definitely full of books, but I was looking for more light hearted stories about dragons and not the entire history of Belgian Law. I guess University Library is a little more specific than I thought.

So, more walking, and we found the real public library which had a good selection of English books for me to read. I signed up for my library card, €6 for the year, and I think I’ll pop back next week to rent a book or two.


We took a hasty walk home from town as the pasta shop was closed and it was raining again. Here’s a photo of my skirts in the wardrobe because I couldn’t make the washing up or the washing machine look good.

From here, the day dies a quiet death of chores, Friday’s leftovers for dinner and repeatedly trying to stop Sir Chop-dick from squeezing himself down the back of the mattress.

So February, you were a total failure. Next month I’m planning a day trip. How was your Saturday?

Linking up with Jane and Louisa, as always.